It was probably safe to say that after slogging through over a year of bio and chem, I had committed myself to seeing this whole “med school” thing through. There’s something about registering for the MCAT, though, that brings it home; almost like you knew there was no turning back even before this, but now there is no question. Not to mention that the specific task of “taking the MCAT” was such a nebulous concept that I could safely ignore it–but now that that confirmation email is in my grubby little paw, it is very real.
And a bit scary.
“The trick is to say you’re prejudiced against all races.”
It’s not unheard of to joke about creative ways to get out of jury duty, but I’ve actually wanted to be on a jury. It may not have the glamour of being in a Broadway audience, but perhaps the many years of hanging out with lawyers rubbed off on me. So when I was summoned to appear for jury duty this last week, I was kind of excited about it. (Maybe all these years of watching “Law and Order” had something to do with it, too.) Now that I’ve actually sat through a trial and gone through the process, I would advise that if you are asked to serve, don’t try to weasel out of it. It sounds corny, but it is an important civic duty and should be taken seriously. (Although—if you really are that desperate to get out of it, you probably might not be a good juror.)
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